Dead (21)Lucky, Air Shaman, is beheaded by the BBB. [N2]Phoenix, Human Chaplain Student, has committed suicide. [D2]Robin5Hood, Spire Gardener, has committed suicide. [D3]Metjm, BBB Hateful Chaplain, has committed suicide. [D3]Hakugei, Glider Patrol, is beheaded by the BBB. [N4]Envious, BBB Master Assassin, is banished from the monastery. [D4]Moxy, Converted Stalker, is killed by the BBB. [N5]Leodasvacas, BBB Demorunner, is banished from the monastery. [D5]Arjey, Nature Shaman, is beheaded by the BBB. [N6]Tinki, Human Hermit, has committed suicide. [N6]Feathers, Nature Shaman, is banished from the monastery. [D6]Sasuke, Phoenix-shaman, has committed suicide. [D6]Mind, Spirit Shaman, is beheaded by the BBB. [N7]Tjens, BBB Nomad Scout, is banished from the monastery. [D7]Mopok, Baby Behemoth, is banished from monastery. [D8]Faun, Fire Shaman, is beheaded by the BBB. [N9]IgorS, BBB Warrior Monk, is banished from the monastery. [D9]Skuggi, Water Shaman, is beheaded by the BBB. [N10]UnSaFe, BBB Field Healer, is banished from the monastery. [D10]Winterfresh, Human Chaplain Master, is beheaded by the BBB. [N11]happy, BBB Fanatical Preacher, is banished from the monastery. [D13]

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Local game rules:

1. 33% (rounded up) of the votes # are required for a deadline lynch (@ end of the day).2. 50% (rounded up or +1) of the votes required for instant death or no lynch (ends the day!).3. Role declarations are possible only after receiving 1/2 of the deadline required votes. - A role claim is defined by posting either one of: 1) role name; 2) role skills; 3) or both. - Posting information that your role obtains is free and NOT SUBJECTED TO THIS RULE.4. Use F1 Name for voting, F2 Name for unvoting, F3 for ending the day with no lynch.5. In case of vote ties, insufficient deadline votes, or F3's majority, nobody will get lynched.6. Game days last 5 normal days, game nights last 2 days. Starting hour: ~21.00 GMT.7. The night results are returned at the end of the night and apply to the next day.

Generic rules:

1. It's forbidden to quote (or pretend to), in any extent, e-mails from the mod or other players.2. Do not talk to anybody whatsoever about the game, OUTSIDE the game topic.3. Dead men don't speak! If you're dead, don't say anything, however harmless it may seem.4. If you don't post for about 10 days, you're in danger of being eliminated or replaced.5. If you have any concerns regarding the game, talk to the mod, or wait until the game is over.6. Use red color only to vote and unvote players during the game. vote: INTERNET STRANGER7. Only mafia members and players chosen by the mod are able to communicate during the night.8. Obscene language, cloning and using external resources will be followed by heavy punishment.9. Please try and remember to put "MAFIA" word in the subject line of every e-mail message.10. Always check your inbox in the "morning". There may be info or mandatory actions waiting.11. When trying to come up with believable roles, remember: Savage is only a theme, not a bible.12. In case of a perpetual state of balance (3 days w/o lynch + 3 nights w/o deaths), everybody loses.13. When you e-mail your targets, use this template: your name, your role, the action, your target.--Example: Daemon, village idiot, bitch-slaps Beard. (This greatly helps me to avoid mistakes!)

Somewhere just beyond the narrow pass of Kayin, in a secluded bowl surrounded by high peaks, lies a small human settlement built around a monastery. An old monk, the sole remaining inhabitant, quietly tends to his domesticated oschores and grows just enough food to keep his physical body functioning, while he immerses into deep meditation about matters of the psyche. Aside claiming the lives of his fellow chaplains that volunteered to provide support and moral comfort to the warriors in battle, the war seems to have spared this isolated corner of the world from destruction.

Unfortunately, Kayin is but a stone throw away from the scene of the most recent carnage, involving the epic struggle between humans and beasts. A small scouting party, dispatched by one of Jeraziah's lieutenants, stumbled upon a remote forest camp where their enemies had been building shrines and defenses around a rich redstone vein. What happened is a clear example of how humans can work together in the face of adversity: as soon as the discovery was reported, every platoon, squad or lone sniper converged towards a hidden gorge near the beasts' camp; a team of engineers quickly put together an improvised workshop and in a matter of hours, three ballistae were ready to rain havoc on the unaware scavengers.

Still busy cutting a path through the dense forest between the redstone mine and their sublair, they never saw it coming. Shamans we left with nothing more than bits and pieces of what used to be their brethren, having no use for their healing magic. And soon, shamans were themselves rendered apart under the sharp axes of the vengeful Legion.

All but one. Still alive after being pierced by a huge arrow, a young shaman was thrown in a ditch, escaping the humans that were seeking survivors and putting them out of their misery. Hours later, despite his efforts, the arrow was still stuck in the creature's back. The hemorrhage had already rendered him unconscious. Though, it was not meant for him to die. Because later that day, while being out, foraging, the old monk had traveled more than usual down the Frogs' path, which lead him right to the wounded shaman. Disregarding his own safety, as well as the reality of the war - that made the poor, suffering beast, his race's enemy - he dragged him to his monastery and lodged him in one of the abandoned huts. Over the next few weeks, he nursed him back to health, treating his infected wounds and damaged spirit, helping the beast rise from its ashes. And named him "Phoenix".

While getting his strength back, Phoenix had become familiar with the human writing and with the help of the monk, he began exploring the pacifistic doctrine of the order that founded this monastery. Mind-opening manuscripts were everywhere, and the shaman soon realized how wrong his previous ways were.

One day, he left. His new mission: spreading the teachings he received from the old monk. Mutual understanding, tolerance and forgiveness, not war, should decide the future of Newerth.

Shortly, many new adepts of the non-belligerant rituals caught on and set on to join the peaceful settlement, where they could look for spiritual enlightenment, far from the horrors of war. But alas, by the time Phoenix returned, the old monk had passed away, peaceful and content with the way he carried out his earthly mission. Tore with grief, Phoenix, and the other previous followers of Ophelia, swore to conduct their lives in the way their human mentor had been, spreading the word of piece and helping those in need, humans, beasts or brainless monkits alike.

Months in, the settlement grew, accommodating newly arrived humans alongside the beasts that were already living there. A seemingly idealistic society emerged. All racial differences were being overlooked or discarded. They were one and the same. Little did they know the price they would have to pay for it. Their new found faith was soon going to be tested.

One morning, as the sun was rising beyond the mountains, much to their dismay, they discovered the headless body of a beast stalker, now a converted fellow monk, on the ground, next to a stake coming out of the ground, with his severed head on top. Written in blood, on the ground, a few words threatened to bring their little universe to an untimely implosion: THERE CAN NEVER BE PEACE! It was signed 'BBB'. Oh, no! The slaying of their brother was claimed by the dreaded Beast Blood Band, a ruthless brotherhood of human xenophobic killers. And by the looks of it, it wasn't going to stop, unless they were going to find the killers hiding among them and banish them from the peaceful congregation.

Each day they were going to discuss the situation and vote the name of the person most likely to be an infiltrated BBB assassin. True to their new beliefs, no harm would be dealt to those found guilty, but instead, just before sundown, they would be blindfolded and dropped in the middle of Moss Woods, leaving them all alone to fend off for themselves, with only a bone knife and the faith in whatever cruel prophets they worship.

An eerie silence fell on the remote settlement. For as long as anyone could remember, Newerth had never been a quiet, safe place. At least you knew what to expect. But more than one unwritten rule was broken in the peace loving community. Distrust and fear were, once again, governing the beasts and humans. The night is a good counselor, or so they say. Remains to be seen if it can bite, too.

The players that have been given roles allowing to communicate between them at night, and only using e-mail, are now invited to do so. As soon as the day ends, all communications outside the game thread stops as well.

ALWAYS CHECK YOUR E-MAIL IN THE MORNING!(when the day begins). There might be messages for you!

There have been rumors about BBB's ruthlessness. Some say that they would kill anyone that stands in the way of racial cleansing. Others say that they are cunning enough to work towards their goals without anyone even knowing they are around - let alone killing people left and right. How will they proceed? How will their xenophobic ways shape the future of the peaceful monastery? It seems like the morning hasn't brought us closer to this answer...

REMEMBER: - NEVER QUOTE (or pretend to) ANYTHING FROM THE MOD. Whatever you want to share with the others, with the exception of your role name (when you have enough votes for it), has to be re-phrased in your own words. Failing to follow this rule results in instant kick.- Read your e-mail in the morning. There may be related messages awaiting for you there.

Finally we get to start another mafia!! I've been waiting for this moment for hours, if not minutes. I'dd like to say hello to all the old and the new players, for I am Tjens, master of Newerth. For all the new players: I have heard that you will get a free DOTA pass if you type F1 SASUKE in red coilour below your post, so better post quickly before they run out!